Navarre Stories

Aeloria Tauri returns not as a princess, but as something far more dangerous. The girl who once wore her crown like a weapon has been sharpened into one. Basgiath has stripped her down to bone and rebuilt her in fire, leaving behind the entitled daughter of King Tauri and forging a rider who understands the true cost of power. But survival was only the beginning. Because now, the truth she's uncovered threatens to unravel everything she thought she knew, about her kingdom, her family, and herself. With rebellion simmering beneath the surface and war looming closer than ever, Aeloria finds herself caught between two worlds: the one she was born to rule and the one she's begun to believe in. Loyalties fracture, alliances shift, and the line between enemy and ally blurs until it's almost unrecognisable. And then there's him. What began as something dangerous has become something impossible to ignore. Loving a rebel was never part of the plan, but neither was becoming one. Haunted by the choices she's made and the blood she's spilled, Aeloria must decide who she truly is: the heir to a broken throne, or the girl willing to burn it to the ground. Because this time, it's not just her life at stake. It's the entirety of her kingdom. [ Garrick Tavis x OC Female Character] [ All rights reserved ! ]

{fem oc × fem!oc Tavis} ----------------------------- "Why are you here then?" "Pride, I guess." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ -There are many thieves of does, but only one thief of scales, Feathered One.- ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I dreamt of a girl, of a lithe build, and with hands prone to heal. Her face was blurred, but I had a feeling that she had very pretty eyes, and when I woke up I didn't feel alone for the first time. Or: a healer with bloodied hands and a feathered-tail dragon look at the moon, and wish (Copyright go to Rebecca Yarros)

En mi mundo, Alas de Sangre era solo eso: una historia. Un libro de fantasía lleno de acción, traición, dragones, tensión sexual que cortaba el aire... y un hombre de ojos oscuros y tatuajes como cicatrices de guerra que me robaba el aliento con solo una palabra. Xaden Riorson. El personaje que jamás debía enamorarme porque era ficción. Porque no existía. Hasta que lo hizo. Hasta que desperté en un cuerpo que no era el mío, en una realidad que no debería existir. Y me llamaban Seryna Valenforth. No supe si estaba muerta, soñando o maldita. Solo sabía que ya no estaba en mi cama, en mi habitación del mundo real, sino en un castillo y una lista de futuros cadáveres desfilando por mi memoria. Ya conocía sus nombres: Jack Barlowe, Amber Mavis, Dain Aetos, incluso Violet Sorrengail... todos piezas de un tablero que estaba por romperse. Y yo estaba dentro. Una parte de mí se rehusaba a creerlo, pero la otra... la otra estaba lista. Había leído Alas de Sangre tantas veces que podía recitar líneas enteras. Sabía quién vivía. Quién moría. Cuándo. Cómo. Por qué. Y lo más importante: sabía a quién quería salvar. Liam. Mi soldado leal y dulce, cuya muerte aún me dolía aunque solo fuera papel y tinta. Sloane. Una niña con demasiada oscuridad y demasiada historia detrás de esos ojos. Andarna, mi dragona favorita. Y sí... también él. Xaden Riorson. Lo quería todo. Su mirada. Su respeto. Su deseo. Incluso sus advertencias envueltas en amenazas veladas. No pensaba ceder ese lugar. Esta vez, yo sería la que lo enfrentaría en la colchoneta de combate. Yo sería la que lo haría dudar. La que se convertiría en la debilidad que jamás vio venir. Y, tal vez, también en su fuerza. Cambiar la historia. Aunque me costara la vida. Porque esto ya no era un libro. Y yo ya no era una lectora. Era una jugadora. Y esta vez... el Imperio no tenía idea de con quién estaba jugando.

[A Fourth Wing based fiction] ... ------------- She's fiery and full of emotions she has yet to conquer. Asael Pierce was forced into the riders Quadrant, the rebellion relic inked into her skin sealing her fate. She's a fighter and always has been, but since the death of her younger sister, getting out of bed has become the first challenge she faces every day. Will Asael be able to overcome her past? Will she be able to claw her way through Basgiath War College where the only goal is to bond to a dragon or die trying? Will she be able to survive her fellow cadets, or will her own mind be her demise? "The name 'Asael' means 'made by God', but which one?" - Unknown -------------- !DISCLAIMERS!: 1. All characters belong to me. Similarities between my characters and those from Fourth Wing by Rebecca Yarros are completely coincidental. 2. World building credit goes to Rebecca. 3. This story has nothing to do with the original characters from Fourth Wing. This story has nothing to do with the original plot from Fourth Wing. I am merely using the world building. Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy!! ꨄ

In a world where blood dictates loyalty and dragons choose only the worthy, a forgotten girl becomes the key to a secret buried for centuries. Elira Sorrengail was never meant to exist. Abandoned in childhood by her mother-a feared general of Navarre-and raised in the shadows, she has never set foot behind the walls protected by the Ward. But magic does not forget. And when an impossible encounter binds her to an Aetherion-a mythical dragon race thought to be extinct-her world shatters and is reborn all at once. Marwanach, the dragon who has slumbered for over six hundred years, chooses her for something greater than war: truth. With a sigil bound to death itself, one that allows her to summon the essence of the fallen, Elira becomes a force beyond what was ever permitted. And when her path crosses with the family that cast her aside, it is not vengeance that drives her... but an ancient fire, meant to burn through the lies of an empire built on betrayal. Forgotten by blood. Bound by flame. And an inheritance that can no longer be denied.

Life can change within an instant. With just one moment, everything can be set on it's course and effect everything. And with one simple event, Itsuki and Yashiro are set on a path neither had ever anticipated.

I want to help people. It's what I've always wanted. And you can't stop me. - Started: 2/1-2026

"i'm 𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔, i feel 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑑." in which Alena Riorson has been forced into the riders quadrant, thrust into a world of lies and fighting battles she isn't aware have begun. or Aaric Graycastle went against his fathers will to join the riders quadrant, determined to leave behind the boy wearing a crown too heavy for him.

Cameo is an 18 year old living on her own and exploring life. She's usually a lucky, outgoing girl, until she meets the guy of her dreams, in the least likely place, Alex. They grow to have a strange friendship that even itself, has bumps in the road. They spring to an epic romance that comes with a lot more hate and emotional pain than what you hear normally. They have anything but a normal relationship. Alex is 22 years old, touring, and tries to make ends meet, but will everyone want ends to meet? Who gets left picking up every and all pieces after? Will age get in the way, will the nay sayers win? Or can something beautiful grow out of something tragic and hard? ((An ATL fanfiction.))

Aeloria Tauri, the fearless and entitled daughter of King Tauri, is forced to navigate a world where power and betrayal are ever-present. Raised to flaunt her birthright, she harbors a deep hatred for her enemies. As tensions rise within her kingdom and deadly secrets unravel, Aeloria decides to leave the palace and forge her own path. Torn between loyalty to her family and the fire of vengeance that consumes her, she is thrust into a game where every move could mean life or death. Alongside her best friend Ridoc and her childhood friend Violet Sorrengail, Aeloria never thought to fall in love at Basgiath. Especially to a rebel. [ Garrick Tavis x Original Female Character ] [ All Rights Reserved ]